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The God Particle. This treacherous labyrinth of MCs, spitters, and sh*t talkers have all come together for this evening of chaos to discuss the extermination plans of certain individuals who seem to be a plague on our society and way of life. All of our candidates tonight seem to have one thing in common. The hunger, to devour, anyone not worthy of their presence. Now, let us begin
Can you dig it!
Yeah
Can you dig it!
Yeah

Every time I bring it in it's only the rawness
That is spilling out my guts like I opened the carca**
You run up at the denim
Motherf**ker it's the Menace with The Underground Avengers
So you know it the gauntlet
You don't want it with me cause I'm gonna let off clips
And when I say you clap I'm not talking applaud it
All you pu**y n***as that rap about how you wanna die
Better keep you some energy when I put you in coffins (Grrr)
Listen I stay in my zone
I don't pay for pu**y so I don't hang with you hoes
All a n***a's trynna do is eat up all my cake
If you ain't making me a playbook than I'm making my own
Now I'm making everybody pay what they owe
Getting rid of the bodies don't leave a trace when they go
F**k around I might leave you cut up with a knife
Ted Bundy on the mic, b*t*h I'll strangle you hoes
Ha
I got a taste for blood, I gotta get it out
Only plague and curses come up out my mouth
I continue to heaven but I'm still headed south
Snake for a tongue b*t*h and venom is coming out
Lay waste to whack fakes
Never met a back that I can't break
I am Bane motherf**ker I am not playing
In league with the goons
The goons and the goblins
I'm out my f**king noggin
The devil got his head bobbing

I get them in a two-piece just a little two-piece
Right to the dome-piece
Just a little beep beep
Back it up, go to sleep
Sandman, Tin man
Heart pain, honestly can't find never beat
Getting kinda juicy
Dope, hun don't speak
Hush now hush puppy
Big dog tryna eat his c*ck
All shade
Y'all squad all cheat
Big bad wolf to death heard no sheep
Going going but I've been gone gone
I lay low but I've been in hell too long
You call that a ball, this a ball rap Dundee
Jumping on their d**k and then they're swinging like a bungee
Funky, running this town never compete
Might as well spite your fates and cut beat
Capeesh?
Can't refuse me on the beat
It's The Godfather time
In the belly of the beast full of heat
I don't think they're ready for another one
Here we come with the guns
Bust one we ain't done
In a way you're already gone
I'm just having fun
Fresh fish y’all are chum
Beat bags like a drum
And when I’m on it I'mma kill sh*t
How the f**k y'all don't know what the deal is?
I've been spitting out the fire that I peel wigs
And I ain't never listen to you n***a, real sh*t
Cause I'm poppin' off and y'all are soft
I aim to win while y'all are lost
B*t*h I paid the cost, I am the boss
So take the loss before you're tossed
Up out this game, I ain't got no f**ks to give
I don't give two sh*ts
Time to suck this d**k
Recognize who you're f**king with

Getting to mime it
Nobody better, then give me the light
Light up the medicine
Ladies and gentlemen I'm truly a veteran
Keep the draft going like Julian Edelman
Suffering succotash b*t*h
You ain't never win
I'm Stephen A. Smith when he's yelling at Kellerman
Nobody let 'em in
Pull out your heart them I'm leaving 'em skeletons
Screaming and crying, you cannot get away
Underrated gon' beat you then leave you in a daze
I get crazy
I'm evil and I feel debased, I'm blazing with people that feel the same way
But I'm pounding the haze
Every day I get baked man, I'm stuck in my ways
But a bong and a day keeps the doctor away so I'm smoking it till I lie dead in my grave
Q Strange coming back from the grave
Axe in my hand and a mask on my face
Half of you cats trynna rap in disgrace
You enacting that lax all the pa**ionate rage
Back in the day I was king of this game
You ain't prepared for the wickedest reign
I get respect from the legends and best
Get the message you'll never be bigger than me
Ugh
I-I-I-I've been on the low but I ain't gone yet
You've been on the low cause ain't nobody put you on yet
It's kinda cute, you think I'm dead and you're the future
I created you so I got every right to execute ya

Every time I'm in the booth sh*t get fatally plastic
Play all cla**ics
Brand new casket
Murder every beat any beat
Next target
Alarming, get it started party
Put it on another level, yes sir
Let the beat be a b*t*h then I bless her
Uncle Buk said do it to 'em guess what?
Well they knew that I'mma bark cause I'm next up
So out of my mind
Something that no scientist can define
One hell of a kind
These are my crimes
Planets align, combine, entwine to witness my rise
Give a couple seconds for the double time
Rappers know nothing, you imagine ooh all the subpar rappers with att**udes mad at me
Practically me
They'd rather be pretty hard to see n***a n***a I beast

I hang out where they bang at
Been the same cat since like way back
And ain't nobody finna change that
We done came up and n***as hate that
Oh well they gotta take that
Willing to go wherever you take that
You broke as f**k and can't fake that
Lost respect you can't make back
Came strapping with straight facts
If I came wack then I came back
Let 'em know n***as don't play that
Better know that n***as gon' say that
I'm all now and n***as hate that
N***as don't smile for the lame act
Don't frown when they fade black
Don't back down when it's payback

Got game on lock in the crawlspace
The savagery is sad to see
Update the Wikipedia
Lee's murdering the family
Take it the wrong way
You killers just cosplay and we are not phased
Forever standing tombstone
For the underground we etched in granite
Spoiler alert, the blood on your shirt is significant
We slaughtering innocent citizens since the grin on the birth certificate
Lee Carver up in this b*t*h
I'm the last of a dying breed
A blood-crazed martyr for the A.X.E

I am done with a**umptions
This is murder on drum kits
I will come to yo function and bring The Horror of Dunwich
Since I tend to get high and it's that simple
That's why I'm sending smoke in the sky like a bat signal
Oh my
It's like Satan made the instrumental coincidental
When bumping this my horns form from two bad pimples
And I've been seeing all these signs
No autograph line
The Church of Xul is in affect
The session baptized

Tried to run past my crippled a** (hahaha)
Stabbed 'em
I'm a psychopath in a Michael mask (Jackson)
I closed my eyes and asked this guy where the f**king drugs are
I'm out of my mind talking to the bugs in my front yard
Let it be is what The Beatles said to me
I'm on ketamine, methamphetamine
Welcome to my fantasy
Higher than Eddie Gein’s wettest dreams when he's dead asleep
Death is ecstasy somebody kill me please immediately

Yo
I'm turning b*t*hes frowns upside down
Four, five rounds hit yo crown
Hope yo plate got down when them clips popped out
Get knocked out
Face turned inside out
When I whip knives out
Take yo b*t*h and dig her insides out
That's how this kid wilds out
Back 'em down I got a ma**ive sound
Fee-fi-fo-fum when I smash your town
Better ask around, these colonel b*st*rds out to make a ma** amount of cold cash and bounce
Two eyeballs
You n***as don't wanna pop off (nope)
You don't wanna get your head knocked off (so?)
You can't roll my dope, I go toe-to-toe and been coast to coast
And hi-ya

Pull up quick with that thing out
Choppers on deck, lets bang out
Haters get hit like bang-pow
Slow your roll like game foul
Don't give a f**k about you
Look what you claim to be
Check my reputation homie, I can end you famously
So got a list to fill of people I intend to kill
Haters are allergic to me
They need some Benadryl
This is a murder call
You can watch me set it off
I watch these b*t*hes fall
Like Natasha Romanoff

You're chained to the wall when I'm raw to the core
The sh*t stops soon as I walk through the door
When I'm rhyming it's like vomit
It's autonomous, straight carnage, I leave jaws on the floor
B*t*h I'm amazing my carca**
Enormous, the ladies all gawk at the door with the grain that I stop when I roar
And a spring like a rocketed force
I'm a way off, eating on top of the Porsche
I'm a maniac, I should be locked in a ward in a straight-jacket and eight cops at the door
If I see rappers I'm breaking the broomstick in half stabbing 'em and then mopping the floor
I can't help it, I can't stop it at all
If you really get to killing you should not get involved
Everybody's on trynna make 'em hop like a frog
B*t*h you nothing but a twig, you a popsicle thawed
Hahaha

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